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Great time last night at Messica's house. I stopped by after class (had International Human Rights until 9:30) for some delicious food and lotsa wine with the ladies. The Mess had made a delicious greek pastry pie with chicken, almonds, and apricots, and very yummy stuffed mushrooms. As if that weren't enough, she gave us each our own dessert platter with baklava and chocolate and apricots. It was all super delish and fun times were had by all.

Aha, and now I remember why I'm so sleepy right now. I was up late and awake early. It was a long day filled with Law Journal stuff (we are putting on a huge symposium on Friday), clinic, other miscellaneous homework, and class. I took a timeout to meet Greg for lunch. He just started a new job in Edina and I wanted to check out the new digs.

Ah, Edina.

I stepped into the bathroom at Greg's office building, and the woman in the bathroom epitomized my mental image of Edina. She was probably in her late thirties, but with leathery skin from tanning too much looked about 50, and wore a leapard-print skirt suit. She had big, hair-sprayed, dyed-blonde hair, and spent the entire time in front of the mirror doing her makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Greg was over by the elevator bemusedly looking out the window. "Check this out," he says, pointing to the parking lot. "Which one of these is not like the others?" I look down on the parking lot and see row after row of SUVs and Lexuses (Lexii?). But wait! There in the middle of the parking lot is a slightly beat-up Ford F-150 pick-up truck. That's Greg's. Ah...Edina.